Chapter 63 I’m so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy. I’m hibernating.
"Wait, Ranpo, this is..."
Fukuzawa Yukichi turned his head and saw that Edogawa Ranpo was only slightly surprised. He then threw out a few more planes. These planes were shaking, but without exception, they disappeared without a trace after touching an invisible boundary.
He walked over and took a closer look, confirming that there was indeed no barrier here and only the paper plane had disappeared.
"…Supernatural powers?"
He murmured in a low voice, but saw Edogawa Ranpo, who was in high spirits next to him, objecting loudly.
"No, it's something more mysterious. It's probably a space barrier. It's connected to another space."
Despite this, Fukuzawa Yukichi was already prepared to be vigilant. He held the hilt of the sword tightly and stayed beside Edogawa Ranpo, guarding against possible danger.
At the moment when Edogawa Ranpo threw out the last paper airplane, a breeze suddenly blew at the entrance of Honmaru, the intersecting space shook, and a golden halo appeared on the horizon. The next moment, two young men in hunting clothes and kimonos appeared out of thin air at the entrance of Honmaru.
The plane flew forward regardless of anything and swooped down on the blue-haired young man's head. The blue-haired young man, who was on alert, was caught off guard and stumbled backwards, while the white-haired young man noticed the situation of the people around him and quickly drew his sword. The high-quality sword made a slightly chilly "clang" sound when it was unsheathed, and at the same time, there was the friction sound of Fukuzawa Yukichi drawing his sword out of the sheath.
"Who is it...!" Fukuzawa Yukichi said alertly, while the young man opposite him, who obviously did not look like a human and had snow-white animal ears, looked at Mikazuki with some surprise, and the murderous aura in his heart suddenly eased a lot.
"Hahaha, oops, I was a little careless." Mikazuki Munechika laughed a few times embarrassedly, without any intention of being on guard.
But despite this, the paper plane was still stuck on his head, and it looked very solid.
Ranpo, who had no sense of danger at all, chuckled, and poked his head out from behind Fukuzawa Yukichi to greet him.
"...Ranpo!" Realizing that the other party had no hostile intentions, but a certain sinister sense of danger still lingered for a long time, Fukuzawa Yukichi whispered with a headache.
"Maybe they are here to pick us up?" Ranpo appeared from behind, glanced at the swords in the hands of the two men with swords, and his smile became more subtle. He pointed at Mikazuki Munechika in the air with a cherry blossom made from a piece of remaining rice paper.
"Relax, we are here to deliver something," he said.
Fukuzawa Yukichi saw the two people opposite him look at each other and nod, and the man with animal ears sheathed his sword first. I didn't look closely before, but now I see that both of them have long swords on their waists. They are of extremely high quality, and both their appearance and the evil spirit they contain are far superior to ordinary objects. Fukuzawa Yukichi felt a little uneasy. The sword in his hand was purchased at a high price on the black market. It was not a famous sword, but it was far superior to other similar swords. This knife has been with him for many years and is his old companion. He trusts it very much. But even so, he could feel at a glance that if the weapons came into contact, his sword would probably break on the spot.
But Ranpo did not feel any danger, and out of politeness, he slowly sheathed his sword.
"Haha, that's really scary." The blue-haired young man covered his lips with his sleeves and bowed slightly, "I'm Mikazuki Munechika, this is Kokitsunemaru, sorry for the rudeness."
"Mikazuki Munechika..." Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was very fond of swords, was startled.
"Wow, can you show me your sword? The last time I saw Mikazuki Munechika was at the Tokyo National Museum. There were so many people!" Edogawa Ranpo was not surprised at all.
"Okay." Then Sanriki agreed with a smile.
Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't stop him. He watched Mikazuki Munechika draw out his sword, and then Edogawa Ranpo leaned over to take a closer look. He held back. Although he was somewhat curious, his composure as an adult made him shift his gaze to look at Kogunimaru.
Kogumaru was also relaxed, met his gaze, and laughed heartily.
"Would you like to see my knife? It's huge!"
Compared to Japan's national treasure Mikazuki Munechika, Kogumimaru is not a specific sword. There are many swords called Kogumimaru in history, but the one he refers to is the 'Kogumimaru' in "Kokaji" in Noh drama. Compared to the swords that exist in reality, Kogunemaru is more like a fictional sword and is not exhibited in reality. But if we delve deeper into its value and significance, we can say that it is a collection of "Kogumaru", the embodiment of a concept.
The swords have long passed the time to delve into their origins, and many in Honmaru are still struggling with whether they are authentic or fake. In fact, no one cares about it to death. It's mainly because it's something to think about when you have nothing to do. Occasionally there are one or two people who are thoughtful and would be a bit serious, but that’s no big deal.
Fukuzawa Yukichi opened his mouth and saw that Edogawa Ranpo had already started a discussion on Mikazuki Munechika's pattern. The danger that had not yet dissipated was just like playing. If a fight really happened, he felt that he could give it a try. He was silent for a moment, bowed and said:
“Please!”
He really loves swords, he is a real samurai, he is really interested.
So the group gathered at the entrance of the shrine to admire the swords. Fukuzawa Yukichi took out Kogumimaru and looked at it with admiration, and seemed reluctant to let it go. Edogawa Ranpo handed the Mikazuki Munechika to him, and Fukuzawa Yukichi took it carefully, observing the blade patterns on it carefully, his eyes revealing his amazement at the most beautiful blade.
Mikazuki Munechika stood beside him with a smile and said:
"Ahahaha, sure, sure, touch it, no problem."
Thinking about Mikazuki, this blade master, I'm afraid many people want to touch him. I guess he said the same thing when he was squatting in the museum facing the students and teachers who came to study him before the Tsukumogami was formed. Just like a salesman, over time, when faced with people who look at him with amazement, he can always say "Come and touch it" as a conditioned reflex.
Later, such conversations in front of the Shinsengumi seemed to be quite rogue, but what was speechless was that Mikazuki Munechika had no intention of correcting himself at all.
He knows it, but doesn't change it at all. This is his little taste that makes people speechless.
"The box over there is for your master, please feel free to check it out. Ah, what's in it? There should be food or something, right?"
After observing for a while, Edogawa Ranpo put down the knife, tore open another lollipop, and stuffed it into his mouth with a grin under Fukuzawa Yukichi's deathly gaze.
"What a shame, I wanted to meet him."
Fukuzawa Yukichi returned the sword and resumed normal business operations, and asked in a low voice:
"I'm sorry to bother you with my sudden visit, but could you please ask your host to come out?"
The swords looked at each other, but it was Edogawa Ranpo who grabbed Fukuzawa Yukichi's sleeve.
"President! He can't get out. If we hadn't come here, even the Tsukumogami wouldn't be able to get out."
As he said this, he took out the paper cherry blossom that he had been holding in his palm, turned his wrist slightly, and in the center of the cherry blossom, a circle was formed by combining the edges and corners of various characters, and in the circle was the word "将".
"This is……?"
"Chinese chess." Edogawa Ranpo's green eyes flickered. "The rules of Chinese chess: the king cannot go out of the range. In summary, if their master wants to maintain the space, they can't come out."
As he said this, he muttered quietly:
"Isn't this all calculated? Never mind, it's an interesting puzzle."
Mikazuki Munechika sighed.
"I'm sorry, Master, we really can't leave here for the time being. We have received your gift, thank you very much."
Then he turned to look at Edogawa Ranpo:
"There are indeed ways to obtain food inside, and they can live normally for a certain period of time."
"I see..." His green eyes flickered, and Edogawa said nothing more. He simply pulled Fukuzawa Yukichi's sleeve, waved his hand, and turned to leave:
"I understand. Tell him to write back. You guys can go back. We are leaving now."
Fukuzawa Yukichi wanted to say something, but after bowing slightly, he was pulled away by Edogawa Ranpo's sleeve, muttering loudly:
"Today is Saturday, so if we go back now, we can still catch the half-off sale at the dessert shop."
Looking at the two people's departing backs, Mikazuki Munechika and Kogumumaru looked at each other in bewilderment. There were two cardboard boxes on the ground, one person was carrying one, and the weight was only medium. A string of numbers appeared on the compass. After flashing for a moment, the blade and the cardboard box disappeared along with them.
When they were distracted again, they were already at the entrance of Honmaru, and both of them had a thoughtful look on their faces.
"...Mikazuki-dono..." Kogunimaru opened his mouth, and Mikazuki nodded and sighed.
"I saw the master coming to the door this morning. It seems that he contacted the people outside and then used the time and space characteristics of the cultivation props paper and pen to forcibly create time and space waves..."
"...No, Mikazuki-dono..." Kogunimaru hesitated to speak.
"As expected of the master, when he saw me this morning, he mentioned that perhaps a friend would come to visit. It seems that everything is within his calculations." Mikazuki thought deeply.
"...I mean, the Three-Day Moon Palace..."
Kogumawaru, who was bombarded with a series of analyses, did not have the meticulous mind of Sanriku. He looked at the top of Sanriku's head, and his thoughts were so simple that they were scary:
"You still have a paper airplane tied to your head...?"
“…”
“…”
Mikazuki was silent for a moment, and was just about to sing a hahaha prelude when he heard the sound of Yasuke Hasebe coming from afar.
"Miratsuki-dono! Kokitsunemaru-dono! Come here quickly! The master wants to repair the sword!"
**
"President, do you think there is a supernatural power called 'Nullification of Supernatural Powers' in this world?"
On the way back, Edogawa Ranpo, who was carrying a bag of snacks, asked slowly.
"...Anti-supernormal abilities?" Fukuzawa Yukichi had a thoughtful expression.
"Yeah, that's it...ah, as expected, if we want to solve the problem, the best solution is to neutralize the superpowers. I see, so that's how he wants to solve this problem." Edogawa Ranpo muttered to himself.
Fukuzawa Yukichi, who had been walking forward in a fog all day long relying on trust, finally couldn't help but ask:
"So...what's the problem?"
"Aomori, Hokkaido, high-risk supernatural singularity, time disaster restricted area."
The green-eyed detective spoke softly, spitting out the key points:
"If we ask the Special Ability Division, we'll probably get some information..."
"...time...disaster?" Fukuzawa Yukichi finally searched for similar information in his mind. Finally, as if he suddenly realized something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Edogawa Ranpo.
Ranpo was looking at him seriously, and his thin lips, which were slightly lighter in color, uttered the unfinished words:
"…but they won't tell us."
——"Ten years later, Japan was destroyed by a disaster. This is the secret that was hidden so hard."
"...The legendary time loop...?"
"It's true." Edogawa Ranpo turned his head and stepped on the irregular grids on the ground in a very boyish manner. "However, since they are deliberately concealing it, they must have noticed something... President, do you know anyone with the ability to tear time or something similar? It would be best if they are from the government?"
As if he remembered something, Fukuzawa Yukichi's expression became more complicated.
"Sure enough, there is one. Is that person very powerful? What's his name?"
Fukuzawa Yukichi rarely hid anything from Edogawa Ranpo. After a brief silence, he uttered a name.
His old friend, the strongest psychic in Japan, the hero of the Far East, the bold and generous warrior—
"——Fudi Sakura Maniac."
**
"If it was Fudi Yingchi, he could do it." The leader Zai whispered to himself: "It's better to say that only he can do it, but even so, it took a lot of effort."
By using the properties of the divine sword Amame Gozen, he can use the sword to transmit information from the future to the present, allowing him to stay awake and rational within the scope of the time disaster, time against time, testing the boundaries of the disaster in an absolutely safe way, and providing accurate information.
but……
As expected, we still need to know more information about the disaster-stricken areas. The existing information is too rough... The Special Ability Division has blocked the information too much, and they are in Yokohama and do not have the ability to access it for the time being.
Moreover, Fukuchi Sakura Maniac...?
If he had the ability to fight back, why didn't he kill Tsushima Shuji directly?
Can't do it? Or is there some other intention?
What a headache, that guy is quite annoying in some ways.
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